my friend, B shared a link with me on facebook this morning and it made me smile deeply, especially after last night’s red moon. As people began tweeting and posting pics of the moon, i longed to be in the company of some of my favorite “misfits” who would be willing to strip naked in that moonlight and circle a fire with me. i never could see the moon until early this morning but i was lucky enough to share the night with my S.
Last night, before sleep, i sent a simple text to the spawn to let her know that i’d look for the special moon as she did in the cloudy sky above Columbus… but that i had no ritual planned.
She sent a frown-emoticon in response… no doubt because she expected i’d mark the night in some fashion.
Without further ado… to the misfits (all of us)
Here’s to the wild, the weird and the wonderful.
To those that ride the waves on their own seas and lose sight of the shore.
Who discard the rules, the labels and the chains that once bound them in search of the truth of their heart.
Here’s to the mismatched puzzle pieces that don’t get invited to join in all the reindeer games;
that get left behind in the dust to learn their own way to fly.
Who in their sacred solitude grace the skies with wings of freedom and a destiny born of soul fire.
To the rare, unearthly beings that walk the road less traveled,
taking the adventure that rises on this path with purpose and passion.
Here’s to the rebels, the heartsick originals, and the bittersweet loneliness that fuels their spirit.
To the ones that won’t conform, back down or step aside.
To the ones that were not born to fit in but to gloriously stand out.
To the tribe of troublemakers that think so far outside the box, they dream on the edges of the infinite.
To those that dance even though they have no idea how;
who stumble and make it part of the steps, sing completely off key and totally out of tune.
Here’s to the awakened ones whose purpose is to feed their soul and not starve it.
Whose mantra is the drumbeat of their own heart and the brilliant possibility that looms on the horizon.
To the ones who dare to be open, to love and to live.
Here’s the magical, the mystical and the misunderstood.
To the wise ones that move between the shadows and the light.
To those that howl to the Full Moon and run naked in the streams.
To those who read the compass written on the walls of their heart’s and follow the North Star etched upon their spirit.
Here’s to the fallen, the broken and the shattered.
To those that know to be cracked is to let the light in deeper.
Who know that the best fruit is on the very tip of the branch
and the brightest jewels are hidden within the roughest of surfaces.
Here’s to the brightly colored, divine visionaries that won’t stand down, play small or sit out.
To the stargazers, the storm chasers and the Old Souls that walk this Earth.
Here’s to the wild ones.
Here’s to you.